Asleep in these woods–

amongst the veiny Evening Primrose

and the newly flowered

Queen Anne’s Lace


Wrapped up in dusk–

like the climbing Wild Grape vines

Competing for the sun


Coyotes whisper and whine–

far off through the old gnarled Oak trees

and young spring Mesquites


A a Cottontail stands at mock attention–

to smell the sweet hour of the air

before it fleets


Doves sing out a magical Love Song coo–

Frogs and Crickets

the string quartet


Fields of grass

the green epitome of freedom–


Skies so clear blue–

before darkness sets